Saying that with utmost confidence will only make it all the more embarrassing when she gets pulled off her throne. And then, every bit of profit she made over the years will either burn in front of her or be donated to the less fortunate. Wonder how she'll feel after that.
The same counts for him when he ends up in the red room as her newest toy~
She will be sure to send some parts of him back to that reporter friend of his.
After all, why only lure one mouse into her open jaws?
If he thinks that he got what it takes, he surely has no problem with raising the stakes...again, she gonna give him a little welcoming present together with the few small fries she wishes to rid herself of...
He can and will sweep up said welcome and he WILL bring her down too. What would you expect from a former military and former police officer? He's been to Hell and back...and every case he's been onto. He's got tabs on her too, so she better watch out.
She already had tabs on @MouseburgPI.
Him and any other goodie two-shoes who JUST MIGHT decide to dive into Shit City and try to pull a fast one on her.
If he decides to make a move, she'll send him a warm welcome to his cold open.
Nothing that would stop him, but send a message.
"Alcohol in other words. It's a mouse thing...at least where I'm from. I live in a city called Mouseburg. Not the brightest or happiest place to live."
Well there's his answer. Probably some place farther away from Bendy.
A confused chuckle slipped out. Spiked fondue? Where was this guy from?
โ Ya' can say that again. An' spiked fondue...? Ah ain' eva' heard a' dat... โ
Eventually, Jack did drop his cigarette to the ground and put it out with his shoe, managing to crack a smile for Bendy.
"Hey, what can I say...doesn't hurt to be a lil decent before I get pushed into havin' an attitude worse than the kick from a shot of strong spiked fondue."
Not sure whether that's a good or bad thing... No one seemed to remember him- but hopefully it was from his past and not his current... reputation.
โ Well, Jack, thanks fer' not bein' a total jerk 'bout me. I outta tell th' others 'bout you. โ
"Bendy...also familiar with that name."
Stuffing his gloved hands into his pockets. Sometimes just hearing names gets his memory going.
"Jack Pepper, PI for hire."
He didn't know...? And everyone was giving Bendy slack for not knowing who they were originally. Sure.
โ Bendy. โ
Oh... That's actually much appreciated. This guy was like a breath of... semi-fresh air.
"Cuphead and Mugman no doubt sound like names I should know somehow...but of course it all boils down to some kind of hate. I know it all too well. I see it too much with the shrews at home."
Another puff of smoke, pointed away from Bendy out of respect.
"And you are?"
"That makes two of us. But I sniff out trouble for a livin'."
Lighting up a cigarette, letting out a puff of smoke.
"Who's the schmuck in question, if I may ask?"